Day: November 11, 2019

Tangled in the shadows of my dreams, 
trapping me in a web of wires,
tapping into the pulse you require,
there you are.
No words that replace time—
it was the best; it was the worst;
it was a blessing; it was a curse.
The sun would shine; thunder would roar.
It was the light of youth; it was crippled gray that unfolded before
time ran out—
But I fear your eyes—
it's hue,
the fire,
the words,
yet I tire.
Seeing you,
tangled in my dreams,
trapping me in a web of wires,
tapping into the pulse you require.
You, my hamartia,
my fatalistic ghost,
let go of me.
Ghost,
set me free.